Mad is the hatter that plays against the Red Queen,
as she sits amidst the angles of boards. He moves
the pieces through grey to white. Off with his head,
goes the knight on the square. Alice is lost during
the rectangles depth. A hare laughs as tan changes
to black, with the king toppling drunk. She screams
for another crowd set upon the checkered stage. An
instance of vermilion on her face as the hatter spills
his tea. Staining the tip of a corner, her temper rises.
Off with his head, but it's been gone a while. Rolling
back to Alice alarmed at the sight. No more chess
tonight, he says with a smile.

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